No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity.
No one should be outcast for simply being different.
No one should be employed based solely on color of skin.
No one should be denied the human right to equality.
No one should have to demean himself just to make a living.
No one should be subjected to a life of slavery.
No one should abuse another; in word, in strength or deed.
No one should be the target of hate by any race.
No one should feel a thrill from the suffering of others.
No one should judge another or degrade their fellow man.
No one should act in anger or utter wicked hurtful things.
To us God gave the gift of love to bestow upon each other.
Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, veteran social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach which can be reviewed on her site. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, is expected to be available soon.
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Blessings to all!
Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy KingAntidotes for an AlibiBlazeVox BooksISBN 0-9759227-5-02005
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can neutralize the repulsion for difficulties depends on the effort to overcome these difficulties. The irony resides in the circularity of this principle ? which applies to all areas of activity, including poetry: One must make the effort to overcome difficulties to achieve success and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and feeling to have a passion for making this effort.
Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision bleary, all night sat there writing COBOL, coding spread across the bed sheets, changing syntax for the mainframe,having checked my final line, I took the floppy from the drive.
Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English]
1) End Poem
Ode, to the Mighty Midget Omac [In English and Spanish]
Part OneMidget History
The Ballad of: Brawling Mad-dog Sergeant Rook [Now in: SPANISH and English]
Growing hurts sometimes;saying goodbye to friends,to things you've known and doneto things you wanted to do. Growing heals sometimesthe shattered dreams and hopesof a life you once knewleading you to a new knowledge of yourself. Growing is fun sometimesmeeting new friendslearning new thingsmaking changes that feel good and moving on. Growing is necessary always.Without change there is stagnationdeath instead of life.To choose to live is to choose to grow. Copyright 2002
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines[A Dream Poem]
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it.
The Valley Of Pain
We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. Its sinless wonders nevermore to regain.So every man on life's toilsome journey,Must enter the valley of pain.
Tsunami -a Poem Dedicated To Help Aid and Awareness and Encourage Future Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
Ode to Quetzalcóatl
Its What She Didnt Say
When I hear your voice inside my head it makes me think of you every single day as I fight back tears of sadness and wonder if you're okay
Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish]
Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jerónimo, Peru[A Cup of Sorrow]
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewedeposited by a silvery alien craft,And whilst he is wondering what to doHe is asked to show his passOr pay an instant one off fineAt a cash dispenser of his choiceAnd they are checking all the timeOn his irises face and voice.
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,give me a dose of laughter.
Two Poems Written During Recovery
Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to move, we've been going through our things as most people must, to prepare for the new location, and in doing so, I found two poems, ones I wrote in 1990, now 15-years old, never published, and so I'd like to publish them today. I was a heavy drinker up to 1984 (some twenty years drinking), when I quite, and so these poems must have something to do with it, a slight reflection perhaps. They were never numbered, as I have done in the past to most of my poems, but I assume they would be around #125 and #126, or so, out of #760. I did not have a name for either of them, so I shall name them accordingly?now:
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